Those slight tremors came as quickly as they went, making people wonder whether they had merely imagined them.
However, John's joking words were taken seriously by the Boss of the spice shop beside him, who could not help but laugh. "Haha, John, don't overthink it. That's a dragon from legend. Unless an Ancient Evil like the one forty-six years ago were to emerge, how could it possibly show itself so easily? And a Silver Dragon at that. Doesn't the Silvermoon Federation have two guardian dragons as well? In my whole life, I've only been fortunate enough to see Lord Silver Wing, the guardian dragon, once."
The spice shop Boss was clearly an old acquaintance of John's, and there was no malice in his words.
In this land nominally ruled by Silver Dragons, no one dared casually criticize or question that being.
Yet those careless words still left John, who had only just begun to feel a glimmer of hope, with an inexplicable sense of loss and regret.
"Haha, that's true." He laughed at himself.
That was a creature straight out of epic myth. How could it possibly appear so easily?
In truth, among these merchants from Silvermoon City, aside from receiving that application form from His Lordship while he was in elf form back in Silvermoon City, most had never truly seen him at all.
Even the rumor that His Lordship had personally met with those debt-collecting merchants forty-six years ago and offered them a choice was merely the merchants gilding their own faces, using it to conceal the ugliness of their short-sightedness.
Yet the course of his life had indeed been completely changed by that being long ago.
Sometimes, he had wondered: if he had never encountered His Lordship back then, what would his life be like now?
Perhaps